This tearing force was like a ghost's palm, as if it had opened a hole directly from his forehead, and then reached into his palm to find a memory of his, and then he wanted to pull out that memory! There was an extra hand in his head! That hand grabbed his memory! But Lin Hao had no way to resist!! He could only feel it, and the palm grabbed his memory, and then pulled it out like a pulling force, as if he wanted to pull his brain out of his head. The feeling of being pulled out of his brain was extremely painful, as if he had been thrown into the ghost purgatory, except for pain, but also pain! But just as this memory was about to be torn out, suddenly, Lin Hao heard a sound as crisp, but extremely weak in his ears.

"On, eleven months and twenty-three days ago, the night..." The voice was extremely weak, but it could be heard clearly by everyone present! Even though he was suffering great pain, Lin Hao couldn't help but immediately opened his eyes wide open and looked at the black coffin! Yes, it was the fairy in the painting that woke up! It seemed that because one of the 108 soul-squeezing nails was destroyed by the old man of the painting, the fairy in the painting regained a trace of consciousness! But after waking up, the first sentence she actually spoke was to answer the question of the evil saint, and just to relieve Lin Hao's pain! At this moment, Lin Hao didn't have time to delve into why the immortal in the painting remembered so clearly the time of the encounter. He had only had time to endure the pain of his head trembling and roar at the evil saint opposite him.

"No!!"

"If you dare to erase the memories of both of me, I will kill you!! I will kill you!!!"

"oh?

How do you want to kill me?"

The evil saint on the opposite side looked at Lin Hao who was shaking in pain, swayed his palm, letting go of the memory that was about to be pulled out in Lin Hao's head, and then looked at the immortal in the painting in the black coffin, and praised him: "What a affectionate good girl."

But in his hand, he made a move towards the soul-suppressing nail on the body of the immortal in the painting. Suddenly, a soul-suppressing nail penetrated through the fairy's snow-white neck and nailed to the black coffin emitted a black light, reflecting a picture that made Lin Hao a little unfamiliar with him in the empty air.

In the picture, it was nearly a year ago when he took Zhu Ling'er and sat cross-legged on the first divine pillar in the Fairy Palace Square. The immortal in the picture hid behind Xue Xiaofei a little timidly, listening to Xue Xiaofei's introduction, and looking at everyone present.

When Xue Xiaofei introduced him to Lin Hao, the immortal in the painting also looked at him.

But this look is different from looking at others.

Even the sound of an immortal in the painting was heard in the picture, but the immortal in the painting asked Xue Xiaofei softly: "Senior Brother Xue, is that Lin Hao really the man who is willing to fall into a demon for the sake of Sister Ruolan of the Baili family?"

"Ha, what does it mean to be willing to fall into a demon for Ruolan? I haven't said that it was not his choice at all. That was Ruolan willing to save him with himself. He just passively became a demon of eternity.

You girl, you never listen to the point when you listen to me!"

"But...if it was my senior brother, would you be the eternal true demon who is enemies of the entire immortal way?

Becoming a demon is not a way to break through one's own path to immortality?

Even if you can still live, you have to be enemies with the entire immortal path. Are you willing to be enemies with the entire immortal world for Sister Ruolan?

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"..." Xue Xiaofei was silent, and then muttered unhappily, "I am willing to do it for Ruolan, isn't this a chance..." Although he said this, he obviously lacked the energy in his words.

After all, for normal immortal cultivators, their lifelong wish is to be able to step into the path of immortality, and have reached the realm of the virtual god slashing spirits. Seeing that the gate of immortality is right in front of you, who would be willing to kill the path of immortality and become a devil?

All immortal cultivators may make the same choice, that is, they would rather die than become demons! After all, becoming demons not only means being able to live, but also means being enemies with the entire immortal world and facing the killing of everyone. Everyone can kill them! If they become demons, they will become evil demons and heretics, and their reputations are destroyed and they have nowhere to be tolerated! If they become demons... they will have nothing! "He does what I can't do, and I dare not do it."

"So, Ruolan, I gave it to him! Humph!"

Xue Xiaofei snorted proudly and continued to walk towards the divine pillar above the square with everyone in Mochiyuan.

But the immortal in the painting behind him quietly fell behind half a step, and his eyes looked at him even more curiously. He was sitting cross-legged on the first divine pillar, like the Demon Hunting, Lin Hao! It turns out... Since then, has this girl been paying attention to herself so much, and even admiring her?

Lin Hao looked at the scenes and fell silent.

However, just as his silence began, the evil saint on the opposite side suddenly chuckled and actually raised her hand to wipe out this memory!! In an instant, the black coffin had woken up, but was extremely weak, and the immortal in the painting, who could hardly open his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at the void in front of him, as if she suddenly lost something, forgot something, disappeared... important things... "Puff!"

Lin Hao was furious and couldn't even roar at this moment. He spewed out a large mouthful of blood, staring at the evil saint opposite him with a pale face, and squeezed out two words in a trembling voice: "Stop!"

However, the evil saint on the opposite side ignored Lin Hao's words, and instead took the initiative to approach the immortal in the painting in the coffin, stretched out a finger to point the forehead of the immortal in the painting, as if giving the immortal in the painting a trace of vitality and spiritual power, so that she could be more awake for the time being.

"Little sister, tell me, when did you meet this man?"

With the support of the spiritual power of the evil devil saint, the immortal in the painting did wake up for a moment and looked at Lin Hao following the fingers of the evil devil saint. She seemed to be confused, and then quietly read Lin Hao's name: "Lin Hao..." "When... it hurts!"

The immortal in the painting suddenly showed pain, as if he could not remember the time of meeting no matter what! The memory of the first encounter was gone, completely disappeared, and no matter what, he could never remember it again! Seeing the immortal in the painting's painful appearance, the evil saint suddenly laughed as if he had won, and suddenly appeared in front of Lin Hao like a teleportation, stretched out a finger, staring at Lin Hao's eyes like a pervert: "Little brother, is it fun?"
Chapter completed!